One of the rules is that bitch-boy must wash my car by hand every week, and vacuum out and dust the inside. This UK summer has been the wettest in living memory. Awful.
Yesterday, I ordered bitch-boy to go and do his weekly duty on my car. The car was fairly clean as I had been working from home for a few days and not using it. There was rain in the air and the forecast for the following day and week was rain, rain, rain.
bitch-boy meekly commented that the neighbours would think he was mad washing the car for it to immediately become dirty again. He must of known what my answer would be.
‘That’s not my problem, go and get on with it.’